Thanks to my beta-reader: HarryP5875. Here's my favorite chapter so,
far!!!!!! I wanted to post the first three chapters
altogether, but they were busy being beta-read! Thanks for
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something I didn't know. It'll be corrected next chapter!)
This is a really god chapter. Enjoy! And to all
those who hate Draco going soft, I hope you're not angry with me!
(he'll be his regular bastard self next chapter!)
Crazy in Love
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" was the noise that rang out in the boys' dormitory Sunday night. Ron was not only screaming, but also bleeding. He was sitting straight up in his four poster with his eyes wide open, yet he still seemed to be sleeping.
"Luna! Look what we've done. How could we? How could we Luna? Run? You want us to just run? We can't. Because it's not right, that's why. Let go of me, Luna. Let me go. Yes, I do hear someone apparating. Okay lets run!" He seemed to be holding an actual conversation with Luna. He was silent for a few minutes. Then he started screaming again. "Luna, it's my shoulder. I tripped on my robes they're ripped! I think it's bleeding. I'm not trying to alert the Ministry to where we are! Okay, I'm getting up. STOP YELLING at me! We deserved to be caught." Strangely, in real life, Ron actually was bleeding from his shoulder.
Dumbledore appeared in the doorway of the dormitory. Dean and Neville moved aside so that Dumbledore could stand by the bed. He began to slap Ron's face lightly, when Ron didn't snap out of his dream, Dumbledore took his wand pointed it at Ron and murmured a few words. A light blue light came out of the wand and hit Ron. Then Ron took a deep breath, the kind you take when icy cold water is thrown on you. He looked around him in shock.
"Professor Dumbledore? Harry? What's going on?" he asked innocently as he looked around him. McGonogall and Snape were both standing in the doorway.
"Minerva, please go awake Miss Granger and bring her to my office. Severus, can you go get Madame Pomfrey and tell her to do the same?" asked Dumbledore. They both nodded.
"Ron, can you get up and walk to my office?" asked Dumbledore. Ron nodded. "Good, then come along." Ron used his left arm to prop himself up, which was the arm from which the shoulder was cut.
"Ow!" he moaned. "What the-" he began. He then looked at Dumbledore and stopped. "How did this happen?" he asked.
"That's what we'd like to know," said Dumbledore.
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"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on?" asked Hermione trying to stifle a yawn. She was royally peeved. It was three a.m. and she's just fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. She'd had to endure patrolling all night before she could actually study. She couldn't use the common room because they were still celebrating Draco's fall from grace. She was now disgruntled, angry, sleepy, and sitting in Dumbledore's office with Ron.
"I know it's late Miss Granger, but I thought that I should inform you right away of a change being made at Hogwarts to your sleeping arrangements," answered Dumbledore.
"Young, Mister Weasley here has been having problems sleeping-"
"Oh, Ron not those stupid little nightmares again?" asked Hermione cutting Dumbledore off.
"They're not stupid, Hermione! Their real and I have proof. I woke up a few minutes ago bleeding from a cut from my shoulder. And coincidentally, in my dreams, I got cut from that same SHOULDER!"
"Really?" she asked softly.
"Yes Madame Pomfrey, just fixed it," said Ron angrily.
"Oh, Ron I'm so, so, sorry," said Hermione as she hugged him tightly. She laughed to herself about Madame Pomfrey and Filch. She'd told Luna about the two earlier that day. They'd laughed themselves to death. The one thing she hadn't told anyone was that she and Harry were now dating. She silently wondered what they were going to do on their first date.
Dumbledore sat watching the two with an amused look on his face, "Finished?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione as she sat back in her seat.
"It's quite fine, Miss Granger. Now back to what I was saying, due to Mister Weasley's sleeping problems, I have decided to reopen the head boy/head girl room."
"What's that?" asked Ron.
"Ron! I keep telling you and Harry to read Hogwarts A History!" she yelled and suddenly it dawned on her that Harry wasn't there. "Where is Harry?"
"Well, seeing as this only concerns the head boy and head girl, this doesn't concern Harry," said Dumbledore.
"What about that room?" asked Ron.
"We think that you need a room of you own to deal with your sleeping problems," answered Dumbledore.
"Me too?" asked Hermione her heart rising at the thought of finally leaving, Lavender, Parvati, Jessica, and Elizabeth. Jess and Liz she could deal with seeing as they were pretty down to Earth it was just lavender and Parvati who were impossible.
"Yes, you too, Miss Granger. You will report there tomorrow night," said Dumbledore. "You are dismissed."
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The next morning Ginny walked into the Great Hall. All around her the students were buzzing. She thought that they were talking about Hermione and Ron getting their own rooms (they'd told her in the common room,) but when she took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table beside Hermione and across from Harry and Ron she quickly found that the students were speaking about something else.
"I guess you haven't seen the Daily Prophet yet, huh?" asked Ron as he forked food into his mouth smiling brightly. Ginny's heart sank as she thought back to only a few days ago when Draco and his family were in the paper. Ron handed her his copy.
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A Death in Azkaban:
Lucius Malfoy dies.
It was reported yesterday that Lucius Malfoy, convicted and widely-known death-eater died yesterday of malnutrition in his lonely, dark, dank, cell at Azkaban.
"He refused to eat," said the Assistant to the Minister of Magic, Percy Weasley this morning in a press meeting.
Sadly, Lucius didn't even have a proper burial. With his wife missing in action and his son lying in the hospital wing at Hogwarts after being knocked off his broom by, none other than Harry Potter, No one was there to claim the wizard's body. He was buried by the dementors near Azkaban.
To be continued on page 6e
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"This week has started off pretty damn good if I do say so myself," said Ron.
But, neither Ron nor Ginny had any idea of the shatters their lives would be in my the end of the week.
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"Ron?" asked Lavender, as she and Ron walked hand in hand around the lake.
"Yeah?" asked Ron.
"I want you to come home with me for Christmas to meet my family," she said looking at him with a sheepish smile on her face.
"So soon?"
"Well yeah. I know we've only been dating a couple of months, but I really like you. We have so much in common," said Lavender.
"I like you a lot too, Lavender, but right now I'm still technically dating Luna," said Ron as he took a seat in the roots of a big elm tree.
"I know, but you're going to talk to her in a few days and then it'll be over. Right?" asked Lavender as she took a seat beside him.
"Yeah of course. Christmas with your family'll be great," he said as he put his arm around her.
"I love Christmas! I remember when I was four and my family didn't have very much money so my mum and dad made us homemade gifts. You remember that year was the year when everyone wanted the Wailing Witch doll?" she asked.
"Yeah, Ginny kept begging our parents for one," said Ron.
"Well, I didn't get one. My mum took my teddy bear, Quails, and enchanted him, so that he could talk and play with me. And another year I got a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jelly Bean necklace from my sister, I treasured it," said Lavender smiling.
"I always had to get my brothers' secondhand clothes, so one Christmas, my brother Percy did a temporary charm to make them look like they were brand new," said Ron.
"That's so sweet," said Lavender.
"Once, when I was seven, my brother Cory enchanted my clothes so that they would chase after me and once he gave a hair bow and when I put it on my head it changed into a tarantula.
"Ugh," said Ron. They both laughed. They kissed!
"You're startin' to grow on me Weasley," said Lavender.
"Oh really, Brown?"
"Yep, like a kind of icky mold," she said with a grin.
"And you're so great yourself?" he asked and they both laughed.
"No, but I think I love you," said Lavender.
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"Draco, you're late," said Ginny. They were meeting in an abandoned classroom.
"I had to wait until everyone left the common room," he said. They hugged.
"Oh, Draco," she moaned while wrapped tightly in his arms. "I've wanted to talk to you so much lately, but I couldn't." It was true. The only reason that they'd met tonight was because while in potions Ginny'd been passing out papers and had slipped him a note.
"I know you did. It took Pomfrey fifteen hours to revive me, but when she did my teammates told me that you knocked Potter on his ass," he said chuckling. She smiled at him.
"Harry, just made me so damn angry!" she said on the verge of tears.
"I know Flame, but, you have to control yourself or people will become suspicious of us," said Draco.
"This last week has been complete and utter hell," said Draco.
"I wanted to be there for you, Dray. I really, really did," she said crying.
"I know baby, I know. But, with everything that's happened to me, I don't think that I would've gave a damn if anybody found out, just to be with you when I needed you," he said his voice cracking, him now on the verge of tears. "First, my mum going missing," he said as tears rolled down his soft pale face. "God, I wanted to kill your brother and Potter on Saturday. I'm so sorry for talking about your family that way, Gin. It's just that… I don't know. I just don't know anymore."
"It's okay, Draco. I know that you were just putting on a show, to impress your Slytherin buddies, but I don't care," her tears hitting his shoulder and his hitting hers.
"My mum, oh god my mum. That damned Daily Prophet is making her out to be some kind of evil-person and my dad. Damn him, Ginny. Damn that bastard for thinking that the Dark Lord was more important than me and my mum. Damn him for abandoning us. Damn that son-of-a-bitch. I hate him, Ginny. If he didn't care so damn much about the damn Dark Lord he wouldn't have been sent to that fucking place and he wouldn't have died and my mum wouldn't have gone crazy! DAMN HIM! DAMN HIM! DAMN HIM!" exclaimed Draco crying so hard that he was now shuddering.
"It's okay now, Dray. I'm here for you. I'm here for you now," said Ginny.
"I love you, so much Gin'. I really do. You're the only one I have left now," he said.
"I love you too, Draco."
Little did Ginny and Draco know, they were being watched, by a very dangerous person.
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The next day at lunch Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in the library studying. (Hermione had convinced them that they hadn't been studying enough.)
The other three were talking, but Ginny was quite pale and looked quite sick. She was still thinking about Draco and how rough things were for him. He was right, he did need her, and yet they couldn't be together. She would've run away with him if he'd asked her to, but he hadn't. She loved him. She really did love him. There was no other man on earth for her. She often mused to herself, that most people's relationship often centered around sex, but theirs was more emotional than anything else.
She was so into her thoughts that she didn't even notice that McGonogall had walked into the library and stalked over to their table.
"Hi, Professor McGonogall," said Hermione cheerily.
"Hello, Miss Granger, Mister Potter, Mister Weasley, and Miss Weasley," said McGonogall. "I'm glad that you're both here Mister and Miss Weasley and I guess that it's alright that you two are here too, Miss Granger and Mister Potter, seeing as you're apart of the Weasley family."
"Professor McGonogall? Has something happened?" asked Harry becoming worried.
"Yes, its Percy Weasley," began McGonogall. Percy's name snapped Ginny out of her thoughts. Something had happened to Percy!
"What about Percy? What happened to him?" asked Ron standing up becoming alarmed.
"He's been arrested!" announced McGonogall.
The four did a collective gasp.
"WHAT? Professor are you sure?" asked Hermione. She knew that McGonogall was sure, she was always sure, but the shock was so great that she had to know if she'd heard correctly.
"Yes, Miss Granger," said McGonogall.
"For what?" asked Harry. Ron was just standing there with his mouth opened and Ginny was sitting there stunned.
"For murder, Potter. Murder."
"Murder?" asked Ginny, but it was more to herself than to anyone else.
"Murder? That's preposterous! Percy Weasley is as by the book as Albus Dumbledore himself!" said Hermione.
"Yes, I know and I agree with you, Miss Granger. But, it's not up to us," said McGonogall.
"M-m-m-murder?" Ron stammered his face now pale as chalk.
"Who is he accused of murdering, Professor?" asked Ginny, so softly that it was almost a whisper.
"Ludo Bagman."
"WHAT?" asked Harry. "Ludo Bagman's been dead for months now. They found his body in Diagon Alley in late August."
"Yes, but the Ministry sent Bagman's body to a muggle forensics lab. They found Weasley DNA on the body and they have an eye witness who says that they saw Percy leaving the scene of the crime. Plus, before he died, Ludo and Fudge had been arguing about a few things. Fudge even threatened Bagman in front of people."
"So?" asked Hermione.
"The ministry thinks that Fudge, put Percy up to murdering, Bagman. And they found a piece of Percy's robes. The piece with his name on them."
"P-p-percy?" stammered Ron.
"What about my parents," asked Ginny.
"They're at the Burrow with the rest of your brothers," said McGonogall.
"Well, then Ginny and I are going home too!" said Ron, snapping out of his shock.
"I'm afraid that you won't," began McGonogall.
"Try and stop me!" said Ron.
"Ron! Hear McGonogall out!" said Harry.
"Fine!"
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Your parents have requested that you remain here at Hogwarts," said McGonogall.
"They can't do that!" protested Ginny standing up. Harry and Hermione then stood quickly, too.
"I'm afraid that they can Miss Weasley. I must go now," said McGonogall. She then turned and stalked away.
You know the world had gone topsy turvsy," said Ron as he sat down in his chair. "When Percy Weasley is accused of murder!"
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There was a knock on the Head Dormitory Door. Hermione answered it. She was wearing a nice, white, short, silk Versacci, spaghetti-strap dress. She had two-inch white heels on, a beautiful sting of pearls around her neck, and her hair was done up. She had a black duffel bag on her shoulder. Her face was made up and she looked absolutely stunning.
"Hermione!" said Harry in awe. "You look beautiful!" he said. He was wearing a black tuxedo, with a red tie. He had on shined black dress shoes. His glasses were gone and his emerald eyes looked shiny.
"Contacts?" guessed Hermione.
"Yep," he said handing her a bouquet of roses. He also had a duffel bag.
"Oh, Harry they're beautiful," said Hermione.
"You're ten times more beautiful than them," said Harry.
"Thanks you. You look very nice tonight Harry."
"It was nothing," he said. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, as I'll ever be. Um, Harry?" They locked arms and began to walk.
"Yeah?" he asked looking at her.
"Lets agree not to talk about everything that's going on lately."
"Sure," he said smiling.
"Oh Merlin! He looks so good tonight. Especially without his glasses. Damn, he looks good!" thought Hermione. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," said Harry.
They left the castle and it was few minutes before Hermione realized that they were going to Hagrid's hut.
"Harry, please don't tell me that we're going to Hagrid's," she moaned feeling let down. She'd expected more.
They reached the hut and Hermione saw that red curtains covered the windows from the inside. Harry stepped in front of her and held open the door. Hermione gasped. It was beautiful, Hagrid's hut had been transformed into an Italian restaurant equipped with a dance floor. There were other people in the restaurant.
"Oh, Harry this is magnificent!" moaned Hermione.
A young boy no older them ran over to them, "Welcome to Lucciano's! May I take your bags?" he asked.
"No thank you, we'll hold on to `em," said Harry.
"Then I shall escort you to your table." The two followed him to the window that Hermione had just seen, the one which had a curtain covering it. They took their seats across from each other. There was no curtain, instead they looked out the window and could see all of muggle London.
"May I take your order?" asked the boy once they were settled.
"I'll have the meatball pasta," said Hermione looking at the menu.
"And I'll have the lasagna," said Harry. The boy left.
"Harry, that's my favorite, food! I didn't even see it on the menu. I know. I ordered it, so we can eat off of each other's plates."
"Oh, Harry how did you do this?"
"I told Hagrid about how you love Italian food and that it's been such a long time since you've been to an actual Italian diner. That's when I had the thought of leaving Hogwarts to take you, but Hagrid said that he'd get in trouble if someone found out that I'd done that and he'd known about it. So, that when he came up with the idea for this place."
"Oh, it's wonderful Harry. Simply, wonderful."
Their food was delivered. They ate and talked and enjoyed themselves, and not once all through their meal did they talk about Percy.
They'd jut finished their desert when the band started playing Hermione's favorite song, My Girl by the Temptations. "Harry, that's my favorite song," she said.
"I know, I asked the band to play it," he said Harry with a mischievous grin on his face. He got up from his seat and walked around to Hermione and asked, "Miss Granger, may I have this dance?"
"Yes," she said. They moved onto the dance floor and started dancing with the other people. "Harry, who are these people?" she asked. She'd been wondering all evening, but she'd been having such a good time that she hadn't cared.
"They're fake. The minute we leave here they'll disappear. Hagrid and Dumbledore created this illusion."
"Dumbledore knows about us?"
"Hagrid told him."
As they danced Hermione put her head on Harry's shoulder and slowly the other people around them disappeared and they were the only people in the room. The song ended and Harry suggested that they get their bags and leave.
"What are the extra clothes for anyway?"
"You'll see," said Harry. They began walking and suddenly Hermione realized that he was taking her to the Quidditch pitch. They entered the locker rooms and changed. When they emerged they were both wearing, jeans, tees, and sneakers.
"We're goin' flyin' Hermy!" said Harry, his emerald eyes twinkling.
Hermione wasn't even annoyed. The name was starting to grow on her. "Harry! I left my broom back in my room!" she said.
"Don't worry, I had Dobby to steal it last night and store both of our brooms here," he said grinning.
"I guess you just thought of everything, didn't you?" she asked.
"Of course," he said before disappearing to fetch their brooms.
When he returned, Hermione asked him, "I wonder if this was your idea, Hagrid's or Dumbledore's?"
"All mine. Ready?" he asked as they mounted their brooms.
"Yes," she said thinking that the word yes was the biggest understatement in the world. Because, in actuality she was ready to give her heart and soul to Harry in a second if he asked her. But, there were no words to explain this feeling, so yes would have to suffice for now.
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Ron walked slowly to the room of requirement. He'd been regretting this moment since Luna had asked him to come. He really didn't feel like talking with Luna right now. He was too upset about Percy. He thought that Ginny would be there or him and that they could deal with it together, but she'd ran off to the owlery yelling that she had to see someone quick. Harry and Hermione had been great and so had Lavender. Lavender had told him that the ministry would find Percy innocent. He was really started to like her a lot. The Daily Prophet had printed the story that morning and Lavender, Harry, and Hermione had made it a point of telling anyone off, who were stupid enough to ask them what had happened. He'd wrote to his parents to see what had happened, but his answer was a piece of parchment and the only words on it were: Don't worry about it!
He felt sick to his stomach and now the fact that he had to confront Luna didn't make him feel any better. But, he needed answers. His dreams had become, so real and he was increasingly starting to believe that Luna was lying about what had happened on Harry's birthday.
He opened the door and stepped into the Room of Requirement. There were white candles burning all around the room. In the middle of the room sat a huge king size bed.
Luna walked out of a door on the other side of the room. "Oh, Ronald. You're early," she said smiling lightly. She was wearing a see-through negligée.
"Luna?" asked Ron in shock.
"Ronald, close the door quickly, before we're discovered," she hissed. Ron shut the door and walked into the room.
"Luna, just what's going on?" asked Ron mystified.
"Hermione told me that you were feeling bad about," she began as she walked over to him and put her arms around him. "the first time we made love, because you thought that you took advantage of me so, I decided to make you see that we can be together and that you didn't take advantage of me. I wanted to be with you."
"No!" Ron said as he pushed Luna away from him. "Luna, I came here to talk!"
"Who needs talking when you can make love?"
"ME! I know that we didn't have sex on Harry's birthday!"
"That's a lie!" yelled Luna.
"Oh really? Then tell me why do every night I close my fucking eyes I have god awful nightmares that paint a different picture than you about that night?"
"I don't know! People have nightmares! Every human being has had a nightmare!"
"Funny, because weren't you the one who told me that dreams are the voices of our subconscious. That they try to tell us what our regular conscious can't? Becuz mine has been bothering the hell out of me since Harry's birthday!" he yelled. He wanted answers, he needed them and there was no damn way now that he had a chance to get them she would deny them.
"How dare you? We made LOVE! AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH ME OVER SOME DAMN DREAM?"
"We didn't make love! We were out in Diagon Alley and we did something illegal. We ran back to the inn and then I said I was going to tell and you cast some kind of spell on me!"
"You son of a bitch! I love you Ron! If you can't deal with that then that's your problem! But, for you to stand there and pretend that the best night of our lives didn't exist is dead wrong!"
"We didn't do anything! What proof do you have Luna, that we did anything?"
"Proof? Proof?" she asked (it sounded more to herself than to Ron.) Her eyes lit up and she said, "I haven't had my period since Harry's birthday. That's your proof, Ron. That's your damn proof. I'm pregnant!"
TO BE CONTINUED…….